A/N: Hello my dear readers!
So here is a new one shot I imagined. It's cute and fluffy. I hope I'm still into the character. I just watched Sherlock, so if you have ideas, or advice to improve my writing skills, feel free !;)
Hope you enjoy, guys!
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Still open to request!;)
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You opened the package you had been delivered a few minutes ago, scattering the box into a wreck and pulled out the desired object. Your eyes were shining as if a thousand stars had settled into your pupils, joy was overwhelming your body and you slowly took out your precious gift. A camera, a beautiful and powerful black camera you had wished to buy to fulfil your passion: Photography. You loved to grab this tiny instant in one click, one motion, to capture the present before it fell to the past. You often compared taking pictures to catching butterflies. You switched the camera on and observed your environment. You were in your room, your window giving access to the breathtaking dusk of New York. You grabbed the camera and put it in front of your eyes, ready to memorise the moment. You zoomed a bit and when you finally were satisfied with the frame, you clicked. Then you looked at the picture, a warm smile spreading your lips. Suddenly, a knock took you out of your daydreaming and you raised your head up to see Stephen leaning against your door, his arms crossed over his chest.
" Why are you smiling?" he asked, smirking at you.
He always was so flirty with you but you had been used to it. When you got out on missions with him, you had noticed he flirted with every woman and your heart ached each time. However, you saw the real Stephen through this act, and did not react as a screaming potentially fangirl would. You sighed and said:
" I just got my new camera, and I can't wait to take pictures of everything! Hey, let's start with you! But I warn you, don't be too cocky? You're not a super superstar."
He chuckled, his chest bouncing and his smirk melting your heart.
" Me, cocky? Never! Besides, I just saved the world so yes, who would like pictures of me?" he joked and looked at you, waiting.
You stood up sighing and took positions.
" Okay, don't move"
Click, click, click.
" Three pictures? One for me, another for Mordo and the last one for you?" he grinned, looking at you with a devilish smile. You couldn't help but smile at him back, he knew you so well.
You nodded and looked at the pictures. Stephen approached you and looked over your shoulder while you analised the photos. You could see the sharp jaw of the sorcerer highlighting his elfin cheekbones, the white strands stood out of the crowd of black hair, the way his blueish eyes were looking straight at the camera, a teasing glimmer dancing in his pupils. His Cloak was softly resting on his shoulders, like a crimson companion, the Eye of Agamotto balancing on his strong chest and the magnificent blue colour of his tunic increases the blueness of his storming eyes. He was definitely handsome and you unconsciously bit your lip while Stephen raised an eyebrow at your reaction, a smirk slowly making its way on his lips.
" You like what you see, don't you?"
You shook your head, trying to shake out the incoming heat on your cheeks.
" Haha. Really funny, Stephen. "
You were going to turn off the camera when Stephen put a gentle gloved hand on yours, stopping you.
" Now, it's your turn. Stand next to the window, the sunlight will embrace you like an aura."
You blinked at his words. " Gosh! He got a knack with words too!" you thought, moving towards the window. You posed a bit, unsure of what to do next. You usually just take pictures not being the subject of photos. Stephen took a step back and put the device in front of his eyes.
" Smile, Y/N." he added, ready to click on the button to keep this moment in the archives of the machine. You looked at him, a genuine smile reaching your lips. You thought about all the good moments passed together, the pranks and hours of studying you achieved together. It warmed your heart and you put everything you felt in your eyes, looking at Stephen as if he was a god, something mighty. Stephen's heart skipped a beat when he saw you, standing and watching him as if he was the thing you cherish the most in the world. The way your hands held the edge of the window, your hair falling on your shoulders like waterfalls, the sincere and lovingly smile enlightening your face and your sparkling eyes glowing, he gulped trying to focus on taking your picture instead of your lips he wanted so much to kiss.
Click, click, click.
Your eyes narrowed at him when you noticed he kept on taking pictures of you, slowly getting closer.
" Stephen? What are you doing? " you asked while he advanced closer to you, until he was a meter away. He gradually removed the device of his eyes and looked at you, smiling.
" You're quite photogenic. I think I'll borrow your camera quite often." he teased.
You raised your finger up, shaking your head.
" Don't even think about it, I'm the photographer, not the reverse. Now give it back please."
You closed the distance between you and attempted to take the camera, but Stephen raised it higher, out of your reach. " He is so damn tall" you pondered, making a small jump to get it. However, it didn't work. When you realised there was no point to keep doing that, you crossed your arms over your chest and said:
" Stephen, stop doing that and give me back the camera."
His smile only widened and he argued.
" On one condition."
You furrowed your eyebrows.
" What is it?" you asked cautiously.
He leant closer and said in your ear.
" One picture of you and me, wherever and whenever I want. Deal?"
You accepted immediately. "How could a picture of myself hurt anyway?" you thought, agreeing with him.
" Perfect!", he exclaimed enthusiastically.
He grabbed your arm and led you out, in the garden nearing the temple. He whispered something to his relic which left his shoulders to stand behind the camera, its edges holding the device carefully. Stephen's arms found its way around your waist, wrapping you against him and you asked.
" Now?"
He nodded.
" Now."
So you looked at the camera, smiling and waiting for the click to echo but a gentle finger lifting your chin to face the sorcerer and soft lips touched yours.
Click.
What a memorable souvernir don't you think? Guess who have this first kiss picture locked in its phone? You .... and Stephen!
A/N: Any thoughts? Would you like a part two?